Sunday, 27 July 2014
In the evening
It's in the evening, it's at dusk,
when the day slows down,
when the hours are readying themselves
for the oncoming new day,
when it's time for confidence and sharing
that you miss her more.
The scent of a smile, the light of a whisper,
the touch of glare: there’s nothing more of this.
In silence crawling memories
fill the emptiness in your chest.
The loneliness is something
you grab with strength.
Shreds of a love on the floor,
shards of a promise in your flesh.
Unshed tears, unsaid words,
lips now dry, bleeding eyes.
Just the shadow of what it was.
the tremulous, fading image of who was.
And you still don't understand why.